I had a dream about my father last night. I was in trouble and fleeing in the dream. I kept running and running, but couldn't find him. I woke straight up all of a sudden kinda freaked out and went and sat on the couch. My wife woke up shortly after and poured a cup of milk in this cup. This was her dad's cup and she rarely uses it. It always reminds me of her dad, but also mine too. Funny how these coincidences happen. It's been 5 years now...I really wish I'd seen my dad's face.
